BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

Dominion, Volume 2, Issue 532, 12 June 1909, Page 9

BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

■VERSES NEW AND OLD. ■'. ; >; : :'^- : A CINQTJE PORT. :' -. - '• ■■'■■■'- ■■■'.'■:■•':.■'■■ ■ ■:.•.. ■ ■■'■' '■■■■■■ ■ • . Below the: down the stranded town, . '■'What may. betide forlornly waits, ■With:memories of smoky skies, / : When Gallio navies crossed tho -straits;* When'waves, with:fire, and blood grow bright. And cannon thundered,through the night. iWitli/ewinging stride- the rhythmio title' . '..Bore to the harboun barque and sloop; Aoross the.'bar the ship of war, ; . '•■.* , l>l castled' stern: and lnnterned poop, ..'>. C-iitie: up with conquests on her leo, 'P>.o stately mistress of the sea. * ■■■'■. Below the. down the stranded town ./Hears far away the rollers ,beat; ■ '■■•. About the wall the/eeabirds call, ■ '/■' •**■ ' • .The. salt wind murniufs through the street; ..Forlorn, the sea's'forsaken bride, .'■:. : Awaits.the ond that shall betide. .*'. i.-"'/_/ ■'.■*: ■'■'j"■'',■"■■''-'■"■'■ —John Davidson. f / :■:;;■> /EVERYMAN'S CLOAK." Eβ tarried '.in a lonely street. •'•/;■" ■'.' : Tho craven,', filmy-fingered damp. ■ ■". .'•.'. Was.feeling athis Meast. for heat; ' - Nor was there comfort in a lamp . ■Which lighted none but ghostly feet. . . She crept towards-him painfully. :>,'Her face waa hid in decent lawn— , /-A screen- before such agony- ' ■'.'. ;■-'[ • ..■' Of knowledge.as'a" stormy dawn, ■ ■". '• Brings home to women by. the sea. •■ . "Yonr'name is on my college Toll.- ■ ' . ."Behold your gown!". And as he spoke. Black drapingSi round his body stole "Man, I .am 'Knowledge... In: ■ this >. oloak ' Of -Grief: I clothe, the human soul." ■ ■/:■ ■■■ - ■ . "—"M.L.A.," in; the. "Glasgow/Herald.": /■/■;. iv' \//' 'A FANCY. . . /■ . V " . .My room is high among the trees,'/ \ ,'■''.' ./The ash. leaves brush, my window-sill, .!::. The breezes blow, my'curtains fill . •"'". . ' Like.sails of ships upon tho seas. : Then out I sail across the boughs, . ' ..'. . , ; Nor fear, the. , deep abyss,below, . . . . ; Where merry sparrows' to,and fro flutter and.chirp and break their tows, ' I see below the earth's far rim , . ..'■ - : The round'sun vanish in the ■.'West;: 'The winds of twilight aro at rest,-. ■And '.all ;the .whispering: world , grows dim. ~ And so at'last the helm I.take, - ; ■■:'■. ■ While ev«r onward fares roy bark - -: Beneath the /great, dome of the dark, • ■ ' -Studded with stars, till rmorning break. ' .■ ■■.-■ Myself, 'the /stars,*, and -none besidev : '-- ' To journey, till the-East flames red— . ;■:• World upon world; above my head, Marching thro'•spaco/with tireless stride! And watching them no course I keep, '.'' '.-' Nor care what way my vessel goes. : Torward or back, who sees? who knows?. /Not I,'for I:am.fast asleep, y './.-' :':':'■. '■.'.;'.?■.;—?'S.p./' in the "Daily News." : '■""■ v'■ ' ' .-y '"..'. ■ , -'i-. ■' ■ ...... [ \- : ;'-- :■:'j A.C.5?.,-,.; ,'..*/ ;' : ,. .-," Iβ it true that he has gone . ; ■■.''From'' Putney back to Helicon, .-•"'■.• Leaving these poor earthly Pines : /For the great Olympian Vines?. .. / : : Yet'he leaves to ua in fee'- : . .' ■ Marvellous lands.of, majesty;.- '; ■ .•• ■■..'. Lyoness and ''.'■"■:■.■'. : : : Mountains, of the rising Sun,"' ; Meadows where tho Maries run, vMazes by the:fairies:spun, ~ . -. ..'■■■.:.'■• Magic shores "whore bfllows surgo; ..-• There we still may wander on, ' ' ■'■ ■'■ Pipes of Pan' to hear, and see . ' .passionate, sights..'(So come with me, . . . And hear the sea-nymphs sing his dirge: .Ours shall "Ave, vale" be. :. ;..... Francis Coutts, in the ■'TVestminster Gaisetto." ■■-. .'-.. •■■■'■' | ■■-'.■-FEOII- GRUB STKEBT.- '' ■:;''!■■■'. ■My love, my wife, llireo months ago ..-. , . . •.■ . I joined, ;in-London town, ; ' ■ I haven't conquered yet, you know, ' And friends aro few, and hope is low; : Far'oftM. see the, Bhining urown.-. ix-c.-n;. I'm daunted, dear;'but blow on blow With'ebbing i'orco l!'6trike;r:'end-/sb r '•' ; -: I am not felled and trodden down;' .. •'. - My'.love, my ,'wifpl. ; .-, ' ; y : . •■ v .I wonder ; whcn the tido will flow, : .' ■ •/Sir Oracle ■cease sayiasC "No," .- '■' And I'ortune smile away her frown. ■■ i. "JrV«lI, while , ! swiin I cannot drown; And while we sleep the harvests grow, -■■.■■■ . My love, my wife. '■■ ■ '".-. ' ; •-The late John Davidson, in 'The English- ',',",■ woman." .-. ■:'■■: //■'-:. ■ .■-,,'■'■ ' : : .;"■/; an;old yibiiN.-' v ; ; : . -. In far Cremona centuries ago '■ ; -.•' This..',little , /sighing, singing thing ' was •".' /. /wrought, '':■■■' :■ ■::■_■:■■■'■:-■■'■''■':■■■■■■*'- ' :" .'■ ■ .'.'.Of dreams 'tis fashioned, and its tones are ■'.'■■■- fraught///....;'_/ ■.'.•.'.'■. / ' ; With sweetness only centuries bestow;But give an : artist,hand tHe slender bow, . And ' hark tho. tumult of .impassioned . : thought—,.-. "■■ . -..-.- / . • •. •The Heaven we missed, the earth we vainly . sought < ; .-'.., / : .'-,■■■' ' ■■■ .'..■:.. ;■' Within our shaken pulses ebb afld flow. ■Innumerablo./Voices through it rain / The music an unremembered past, . Dim echoes o£ illusive joy and pain, . .-'> In requiem sob; or ringing trumpet-blast, Are merged to one incomparable strain ■ . That holds the heart of every listener fast. —Helen A. Saxon, in "Appleton'a Magazine."